Wednesday 26 February 2020

tutt tutt

tutt tutt

the light singing
  in the shed 
    on the mud
of gone tides 
   flowing in words
in deed 
     this 
           is where they were born 
in the heart of night’s loneliness
when the flagons should be abed
and the smoke swirling in dreams
  and not the this endeavour 
Laugharne you have the last laugh
  shed of opinions
    roosting on the hill

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